Sometimes I can feel myself dying.
With every second on the clock that ticks by there's another breath I've let out that I can't get back.
Seems oddly morbid.
I've never been a morbid person.
Except for the times that I am.
Today was one of those days, with exhales and regrets falling like raindrops and crashing against the ground.
Down, down, down.
I wonder if rain would fall up if it had the choice.
I bet it would.
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